Untitled #142 (2015)

hold me close, and lie to me;
tell me everything is going to be alright.

                   I’m tired.

                  My chest hurts.

Been working,
some kind or other,
going on sixteen hours now.
‘n it’s true that sleep is comin’ on,
but it’s work on the other side.

there’s no sabbath when you need money this badly.
time is money,
rest is hunger.

so pull me skin to skin with you,
my sweat mixed with yours,
and tell me there’s hope for tomorrow.

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